Texan Stories

What drives a man to kill his kin? Hatred nurtured. BASED ON William Shakespeare's HAMLET [LOGLINE: All is wild in the west. Especially in a small town called Elinore. The Deans have ruled this territory for centuries. Former rough-riding cooks of Teddy Roosevelt to a now sustaining Texas-wide, family-owned-and-operated restaurant kingdom. BUT TRAGEDY HAS STRUCK. Leaving the younger golden child of a brother dead. The older raven-haired bastard sibling eager to take the thorn. And a daughter scorned and troubled, questioning everything -- from herself to her very own vengeance.] The following tale of woe contains sensitive content involving loss, grief, and murder, including implications of self-harm and abuse -- which may by upsetting for some readers.

(10 Installments) San Antonio. 2010. A Five-Year Relationship comes to a SCREECHING HALT in an elevator after The Company St. Patrick's Day Party. Tears rolling down her face, "It's not you. It's me. It really is. I. You. You're a wonderful, outstanding man-- friend. Friend. Male Friend, Anthony. But if you were. I don't know. A 'girl' friend and not a 'boy' friend, you may actually understand." It was then, Anthony -- Ladies' Man, Man's Man, Man About Town -- realizes he has to change. But if he plans on doing what he plans to do, no hearts better get broken by the end of this month. IT's NOT YOU... IT's ME is a male-lead, early 21st Century, Rom-Com period piece. Heavily inspired by the Shakespearean Comedies and Petrarchan Love Sonnets. ANTONY's PLAYLIST: youtube.com/playlist?list=PL5X1frV2u5UdBHkawM4-x7TtJFKRLKuiw&si=NWlc3mWyZktjypMx

What if everyone was born with a birthmark on the inside of their non dominant wrist? What if it looked like a someone had tattooed numbers on them? What if the numbers represented a date? What if the date was when you began your life with your soulmate? What would you do? How would you react?

A colloquial, British-style poem about some Wild West Rangers. May have gone a bit bad halfway through, but please try to enjoy it!

There once was a boy, filled with a thirst for revenge. A boy who wanted to carry out what no one had the guts to do themselves. He vowed to stars and back that he would not tell a soul his reasons, but secrets always find a way to escape... Set it the 1800's. SLOW UPDATES. I SUGGEST STORING IN YOUR LIBRARY UNTIL FINISHED. This book contains violence and language. -Thank You

Madison Johnson, a newly divorced scientist, is learning to live life alone. While doing so, she finally unlocks the secrets of building a time machine. With this new invention, she makes a plan. Go back into the past, pose as a senior in high school, and collect evidence of being there. However, falling in love had not been part of the plan. When Madison meets Tommy McCallistar she can't deny she is struck by him and he awakens a passion in her that she's never had. Can they break the bonds of time? Dive into my story and find out!

My name is Katia Garcia. I am 17 years old and a total rebel. I party, I break rules and am the schools badass. Most people fear me, apart from my two best friends, Kaylee and Stella, and my brothers. I wasn't always a rebel. I used to be sweet and innocent before a certain person ripped out my heart and took it with him. Before he left. I turned into a total badass. Someone you wouldn't want to mess with, not if you valued your life. It was all because of him Who was him do you ask? Well thats complicated but I can narrow it down to two words. Jared. Parkinson. My ex-best friend. And... My first love.

Sometimes I don't know where This dirty road is taking me Sometimes I can't eve know the reason why So I guess I keep a-gamblin' Lots of booze and lots of ramblin' It's easier than just waitin' around to die Waitin around to die - Townes Van Zandt.

A few poems I have written over the years.

fnaf inspired fanfic/story/horror

The girl was always quite the case. Not in the bad way, though. She was just an oddity, with her Irish mother and Texan father. She was an oddity. Surely it wouldn't be too odd if she vanished, now, would it?